When I saw Ama Gaanna in our surroundings
She was screaming and cursing
Shouting and ranting
Sighing audibly
Sobbing…rehearsing
Awaiting a weeping and a splashing…of tears
Tearfully
I saw her
Complaining and explaining
Muttering invective with such obscene expletives
Against a well-known native…a relative
Murmuring and spitting such spittle
Creating a sore spectacle
Directing the whole hassle at one bad apple
I saw her
Gesturing and pointing
Pointing at the so-known malefactor
Painting the whole picture
Supporting with supposed happenings
Happening before many of the spectators
I heard her
Telling the wild side of the tales
Spelling out all the details
Yelling on the top of her vocals
Hurling words to hurt someone somehow
Somehow…to hurt her vocals
I saw her
Stop to think
Thinking of whether to cause harm
Or to leave matters to stay that way
I saw her
Pause to blink
Blinking at who to send into harm’s way
What to send back to the sender
I saw her
Glance to wink
Winking without saying a thing
Looking pale and pink
I saw her
Weeping and wailing
Kneeling and waddling
Seething with passion
Feeling like ailing
Peevish without relenting
Then I saw her
Down on her butts
Sitting on tenterhooks
Sitting on all twos
Pulling and pushing in the earth
Paddling to breach the dusty earth
Then I heard her
Name
and
Shame
and
Damn
The villain
The only guilty one
For all the pain inflicted
For all the gain restricted
For all the stain infested
For all the vain pledges
